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Come on now, Come some how. Keep that pace , Finish the race. Feel the burn, Make the turn. Take the pain, Pride's the gain. Is it for me? It's not for you. Why do I run? Not for fun. Why do I strive? Making sure I survive? No. To prove to Myself that I am alive.
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Exhaustion
Come on now, Come some how. Keep that pace , Finish the race. Feel the burn, Make the turn. Take the pain, Pride's the gain. Is it for me? It's not for you. Why do I run? Not for fun. Why do I strive? Making sure I survive? No. To prove to Myself that I am alive.
Always running but to where and from what? My questions. That's your lot.
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
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